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"In times of need, the devil eats flies", an old folk wisdom, shared by Anne-Lise Andresen

Praise the frog who croaks on high,
whose legs propel him to the sky,
who sticks his tongue out at a fly -  
praise the frog who croaks on high.

* Updated to reflect Gray Squirrel's sage insight

Mourn the fly who didn't praise
the frog who impressively displays
a tongue that darts out cruel death rays.
Mourn the fly who didn't praise.

* Updated to reflect Paula Goldsmith's sound sentiment

Celebrate the man who eats in peace,
free from buzzing which wouldn't cease.
Pay the frog a dollar for each.
Celebrate the man who eats in peace.

* Updated to reflect Anne-Lise's apt aphorism

Pity poor devils who must eat flies
when their pantries lack supplies. 
Frogs are devils, say six-legged guys. 
Pity poor devils who must eat flies.

* This addition, verbatim, from Beryl Edmonds (does this mean we need to be nervous when we eat at her house?)

Abhor the woman who made stew
Out of moose and liquorish juice
The kids got sick of course
Hubby went for divorce
She was happy out on the loose.
~ Beryl  

* Inspired by CayCay Jennings's eloquent enquiry

Party down, poets, is this a joke?
These poems writ by just one bloke.
Except for Beryls' holy smoke!
Party down, poets, is this a joke?

* Inspired by the awesome advice of Gershon Wolf

Collaborate with friends the world around.
You don't need a mind that's sound.
Can we even hunt with that hound?
Collaborate with friends the world around.

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